I can feel it in the way you keep time
And this afternoon
derspatchel and I went out to Long Wharf to pick up tickets for a whale watch with
teenybuffalo on Wednesday. We did so successfully (no tickets left for the sunset watch, but we like the afternoon just as well) and continued the streak with pizza at Regina's right before the dinner crowd got in. (I ordered eggplant on my half, not realizing it came breaded and lightly fried: I basically made myself an eggplant parmesan pizza. No regrets; it was great.) Coming out of the North End, instead of routing back through Haymarket and Government Center on our way to Park Street, we decided to walk back to Lechmere over the Charlestown Bridge.
There were jellyfish in the water! I'd never seen them in the Charles before, even below the dam. Usually Rob sees them in Fort Point Channel around this time of year. We believe them to be moon jellies, recognizable by the reproductive cloverleaf at the top of the bell. The center of the river was dappled with them. We had to detour around some hotels and an office park at the end of the bridge to get down to the water where we could take a closer look, but there they were there even in the shallows by the footpath, flowering slowly open and closed in the green scale-rippling water as traffic banged and rumbled overhead. I didn't take any pictures; my phone is only good for blurry things. They were beautiful. We stayed to watch them even when a photographer came by, more interested in the rust blotches and the overhanging stalactites.
And it was brutally hot, so I pretty much passed out as soon as we got on the 80 at Lechmere; I'm not quite sure why I'm still awake. Possibly because we're still hoping to use the Brattle passes we got from
mrbelm at the beginning of this month to see a movie before the clock ticks over into July. Possibly just because I don't sleep anymore. But there was unexpected sea today, and on Wednesday I hope to have more of it. And that I can live with.
There were jellyfish in the water! I'd never seen them in the Charles before, even below the dam. Usually Rob sees them in Fort Point Channel around this time of year. We believe them to be moon jellies, recognizable by the reproductive cloverleaf at the top of the bell. The center of the river was dappled with them. We had to detour around some hotels and an office park at the end of the bridge to get down to the water where we could take a closer look, but there they were there even in the shallows by the footpath, flowering slowly open and closed in the green scale-rippling water as traffic banged and rumbled overhead. I didn't take any pictures; my phone is only good for blurry things. They were beautiful. We stayed to watch them even when a photographer came by, more interested in the rust blotches and the overhanging stalactites.
And it was brutally hot, so I pretty much passed out as soon as we got on the 80 at Lechmere; I'm not quite sure why I'm still awake. Possibly because we're still hoping to use the Brattle passes we got from

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I like Laura Viers too; I don't know much beyond "Year of Meteors", but that's a great little album. Wishing you movies. And all the whales you can see.
(ETA: I've found it hard to take pictures of jellyfish too. It may be just the result of my own bad mobile, but the results I got looked like spirit photographs minus the medium.)
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Ja. Except for the brutal heat and concomitant exhaustion, it was pretty much a success! In the evening we made it out to the Brattle for a digital restoration of Orson Welles' Othello (1952), which was a fascinating piecemeal of beautiful cinematography, recut scenes, severe technical issues, casting decisions that really worked, and directing that really didn't. Unilaterally, Welles should not have played Othello himself—Rob nominated Paul Robeson, with Welles as Iago, which I am now very sad did not happen. The wordless opening sequence, the funeral procession of Othello and Desdemona, Iago forced into a gibbet-cage to swing above their bodies, staring down through the heat and dust at his handiwork, is stunning and in some ways the best thing in the film.
I like Laura Viers too; I don't know much beyond "Year of Meteors", but that's a great little album.
I'm really fond of Saltbreakers (2007) and July Flame (2010). And I've been playing the song from the new album
"Pink Light"
Oh, how the night drags on
But in the fading of the constellations, I am growing strong
"Wandering Kind"
'Cause the sun's been known to shine on our wandering kind
"Saltbreakers"
Ringing all the underwater, underwater, underwater bells
Look inside a space and you can tell
What you need to sow, what you need to know by any means
"Wrecking"
We can do some wrecking here
Till a little color comes into your face
We can do some wrecking here
And find something to love in this broken place
"Sun Is King"
Innocent as a summer flower
With a serpent coiled under his collar
"Sleeper in the Valley"
Sleeping in the sun, his hand on his breast
The nape of his neck in the blue watercress
He's just a kid and he never knew
He would be the sleeper in the valley so soon
"Wide-Eyed, Legless"
Will we evermore kiss on the boardwalk's fading rail
In the light of the waves and the comet's waning tail?
I don't think so
"That Alice"
I never had a chance to see her play
I listen to her records and I feel the grace
What kind of jellyfish do you get where you are? "Spirit photographs minus the medium" belongs in a story.
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I'm thinking of the ones I've seen at the Sea Life Centre down the road from here. They're definitely moon jellyfish.
I'll consider that story! Thanks for the Viers songs. :)